Little Vanishings

At times I angle myself
to make myself less clear
to make this plane vapour

Somehow I end up
being a subservient bout
of a masquerade

Wounds are considered art
so I water my wounds

Sooner or later
I’ll be a dot somewhere
You’ll be the terror of carmine winter

Much more clearer


About the Poet:
Agnieszka Mauch hails from Poland. She’s an ESL teacher, a writer and an avid gamer. Her words have appeared in Aliteration, Cyberhex and Eunoia Review. She tends to blog over at:


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